I've never read a more cogent argument against the saving of this nebulous prize. Particularly to give it to some man who will either not appreciate the gift or, worse, use it in come Cro-Magnon accounting of his proper place in the universe.
All's Well that Ends Well
Act 1, Scene 1
Parolles to Helena
There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the
rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,
is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible
disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:
virginity murders itself and should be buried in
highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate
offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,
much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very
paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of
self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the
canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose
by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make
itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the
principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!
And besides, "this same flower that smiles today,
ReplyDeletetomorrow will be dying."